irony

I entered the office toilet to wash my lunch box.
The air is filled with thick cigarette smoke, the smell sticks onto my shirt as if I had just entered a disco club.

Two staffs were having a healthy chit-chat while smoking by the sink.

“My brother is 41 and he has to check his blood pressure every week.”

“Do you go for medical check-ups?”

“Yeah, once a while especially after the festive season. I always check for my sugar level and cholesterol level. Have to really watch out what you eat, and take care of your heart.”

Puff and puff of cigarette smoke.

Irony.